i thank God
for you
for an experience
with you
there was this
short joy but there
is this lingering
pain,
i thank God
i thank you just the same
there was something in me
which was not there before
or which i have not recognized
like an unimportant guest
or which i have neglected like
a ordinary worker
there were lessons learned
and promises not to ever do that again...
though, however,
on the other hand, if you only said clearly a yes for me,
i would not waste time demeaning myself,
to love you again.
i am looking at my palms again, where was i in here?
where did i find true love? and what i did for it?
in this temple, where i am god,
i must have missed how it is to be human, to be in pain
and be so complete.
i thank you again. I wish you had spoken clearly
what we are. I could have decided this well.
you are mute as a stone. In my skies there will be no rain.
in my garden there will be no seeds. I have not decided
for any autumn or spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem